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    If the father has not relapsed, then maybe we will think that the mother is very reasonable.  It's not that we can't understand our mother, but that we had to take care of our "uncertain future" father at that time.  After listening to my mother¡¯s complaints, we all realized that if we want our mother to really let go of the work in the field, to let my mother really take care of my father wholeheartedly, and to let my mother willingly let my father go, we must let my mother know the truth.  , otherwise all our efforts will be in vain.  Although we all knew this truth in our hearts at the time, no one dared to speak first.  For a moment, the scene fell into an extremely awkward silence.

    Through eye contact, we all sensed the deep worry in each other's hearts.  In the terrible silence we went out one after the other.  Because everyone needs to communicate with each other to strengthen their determination.

    At this moment, between mother and father, we have to choose one side.  The relapse of my father's cancer forced us to choose to support him without reservation.  Now, all we worry about is the capacity of the mother.  We all know now, though, that in order for Mom to give Dad his full attention, the truth must be told to her.  We have run out of options.  Through the conversation, the unanimous common understanding revealed by everyone really made our determination stronger.

    In the end, everyone handed over this heavy responsibility of psychological pressure to me.  I am very clear that the time to reveal the truth can only be chosen when we are all at home, because in case the mother's mood swings are extremely strong, we may help to cover one or two, in case my father finds anything suspicious.

    Today is already Sunday, and I really can't delay any longer.  While my father was resting on the small bed in the middle hall and my mother was busy in the kitchen, (my family built a room on the west side of the three main rooms for the kitchen, so talking in the kitchen, as long as the sound is not too loud, then  My father in the middle of the main room will never hear it.) I followed my mother to the kitchen under the guise of helping.

    My mother was only busy with her work and didn't notice my abnormality.  I coughed, and then asked tentatively: "Mom, these days, have you noticed anything unusual about us?"

    "What's abnormal?" Mother asked disapprovingly while busy.

    "Is there any difference between you and Dad?" I reminded helplessly.

    "I don't think there is any difference. Aren't you always like this?" Mother replied indifferently.

    "What's been like this all the time? Mom, don't you realize that we seem to be partial to Dad?" I didn't expect my mother to be so big, so I had to remind again.

    "I didn't notice!" Mother Gujing replied calmly, "You brothers and sisters have always been afraid of your father. Therefore, every time I have conflicts with your father, don't you all persuade me? Think about it yourself,  How many times have you dared to negotiate with your father fairly because of me?"

    I was really defeated by my mother. It seems that it is really not an easy task to make my mother realize the problem.  "Then, did you find anything wrong with Dad?" In desperation, I had to change my way of reminding.

    "It's good that something is wrong. Alas, your dad is just dragging on like this, and he doesn't know when he will get better? I'm really anxious!"

    Unexpectedly, I found the right direction by mistake this time, and my mother had very obvious mood swings because of my reminder this time.  "What kind of procrastination? Didn't Dad keep saying that he was not feeling well? Especially when he kept yelling that the scar hurts"

    "Yeah! Your words reminded me. I was just about to ask you, what happened to your dad? It's been several months, why does the scar still hurt? I remember when your dad was hospitalized, you asked  I got the phone number of the person on the bed next door. Why don¡¯t you make a phone call to see if the scar still hurts?¡± Mother¡¯s words were full of concern for her father.  Don't think my parents will often quarrel over some minor issues, but in fact the relationship between them is quite deep.  This may be the best embodiment of the so-called contradiction between husband and wife that "the louder the better".

    "I called to ask about it more than a month ago. The scar at that time usually doesn't hurt very much. It only hurts when it's cloudy and rainy." I can almost predict it  The mother's reaction was off, so she explained with some heavy heart.

    "Then, then your dad, what happened to him? Why, why does the scar always feel unbearable pain?" Because of my words, my mother became visibly flustered.

    "That's because Dad's esophageal cancer has recurred, so I'm afraid Dad's scar will never heal" I was speaking with some worry, and found that my mother was not in the right mood, so I trembled a little.  ??The sound stopped abruptly.

    When the mother heard the words, she immediately froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.  I know that my mother has been looking forward to my father's recovery.  Don't look at my mother's extremely strong dissatisfaction with my father when we persuaded her, but after all, the mother's affection for her father is so deep that no one can match.  In addition, my mother is illiterate, and knows almost nothing except farming instinctively.  Therefore, for a long time, whether it is the main economic income of the family or the resolution of major family affairs, it has been done by the father.  The father has always been the pillar of the family; the broad shoulders of the father have always been the solid support for the mother to lean on.  Now, the pillars are about to collapse, and the support is about to disappear.  Such a blow is almost unbearable for the mother.  At that time, it was really difficult for me to estimate the degree of discomfort in my mother's heart.

    I looked at my mother nervously, and the worry in my heart quickly turned into fear.  Because, I saw my mother standing there in a daze.  Mother's face became paler and paler.  I was really afraid that my mother would have a mental breakdown.

    Finally, the mother's emotions broke out.  Tears fell like broken pearls.

    My mother's grief also infected me, but I know that at this time, I really shouldn't be willful.  Although my mother's tears made my heart more or less stable (from a psychological point of view, tears are also a kind of emotional catharsis, and such catharsis is definitely much better than holding sadness in my heart), but I am afraid that if my mother  If you can't control your emotions and cry out loud, that would be terrible.  Therefore, I have to speak out before the situation gets out of control.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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